Day 24
Like drops of dew on a leaf.
And a soft breeze on the cheek.
You, with a smile of an angel.
Spread your wings of love.
– While here,
I carry a longing with a strong urge.
To intrude into the depths of your peaceful mind
and beautiful soul.
Tea and Prose
Into Words 
The heavens open.
Curious, the watcher waits
For the gazer’s thoughts.
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Wow, for the gazer’s thoughts!!
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You are the gazer,
And I am the sky.
Or, am I a gazer, too?
Then why, oh, why,
Do we come here in search
Of inexplicable satisfaction
When we come away
With the smallest of fractions?
That is…until we make a rare connection.
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